"Italian; she is Italian."
"But he chatters in that language as if he were her compatriot."
"Millions are like the tongues at Pentecost," said the man who had mentioned peaches, "whoever is touched by them speaks every language on earth right away."
All the passengers had vanished in the cars, the doors of which were fastened now with loud clinking. This time the opera singer stepped forward quickly, but young Darvid spoke a few words which brought to her face astonishment and the most beautiful smile in the world; she nodded, agreed to something, gave thanks for something in the same way that kindly queens consent to receive marks of the highest honor from their subjects.
In the crowd surrounding Darvid someone laughed:
"Ah, he is a stunning fellow! he will not let her go!"
"How handsome he is, that young Darvid!" said a woman.
"He looks like a young prince," added another.
"But what will come of this? She will not go."
"She will go!"